The moment we all had been waiting for took place Saturday. My siblings and I drove our aged parents to an independent living center, kicked them out, and sped away high-fiving each other. We were finally free.
I first fantasized about putting my parents in “a home” when I was 13. For reasons that still cannot be explained, my GPA (0.09) became a topic of conversation during a parent-teacher conference.
My parents expressed loving concern over my scholastic indifference as soon as they got ho...
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